Chapter 920 (1/2)

There was a commotion in the whole audience. People looked at Shen Lang as if he were a monster.

Since Zhao Gang took out the holy weapon, he has been suppressed by Shen Lang's sword moves almost all the time and has no power to fight back.

It's impossible for ordinary martial arts practitioners in the early stage of the chemical environment to have such strength. If Shen Lang is an expert in the later stage of the chemical environment, I'm afraid no one doubts it.

Shen Lang has been merciful. Otherwise, Zhao Gang would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest by him.

After all, it's a martial arts contest, and it's enough. Besides, Shen Lang and Zhao Gang are not immortal.

Zhao Gang's whole body is bleeding and his breath is weak. It's obvious that he has lost his fighting power. It's hard to speak.

”Here What kind of sword move is this? ” Zhao Gang gasped hard and asked.

”You don't have to worry about any moves. Now that you've lost, there's nothing to say!” Shen Lang snorts coldly.

The green glass sword in Shen Lang's hand has been put on Zhao Gang's neck, and the huge strength gap has also made Zhao Gang wake up from his anger.

”Shen Lang, you are powerful!” Zhao Gang gnawed his teeth and squeezed out three words. Finally, he was soft.

”That, sir, I won the game, didn't I?” Shen Lang turns to remind the elder who is in charge of the martial arts contest at the edge of the challenge arena.

The elder was also stunned. Shen Lang hurried back to his mind with such a reminder. He nodded his head and looked at Shen Lang with a color of approval. Then he said loudly, ”the last contest will be won by Shen Lang of the Yi family!”

”Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!”

There was a big round of applause. It was a thrilling game.

A group of parents in the stands also clapped their hands excitedly, smiling, and they were all overwhelmed by Shen Lang's wonderful performance.

The main reason is that Shen Lang is their Yi family. If this son can be famous in the future, the status of the Yi family may rise.

The young children of big and small families who came to watch the battle in Xumi island looked at the waves standing proudly on the challenge arena, showing excited and hot eyes.

This is genius!

Only 23 years old, the strength has been so strong.

Not only that, Shen Lang's sword moves on the challenge arena today are also very enjoyable! It's such a fierce and fast sword move, which is rare in the world, and it's also enjoyed by all people.

There is no doubt that Shen Lang is a genius! Comparable to Ouyang Changfeng, the future is unlimited!

For a time, Shen Lang almost became the idol of all young martial arts practitioners, striving for the goal.

I believe that in a few days, the name of shenlang will spread all over Xumi Island, even the forest sea and Tianshan Mountain.

Shen Lang's strength is so amazing, and he has the talent to cry ghosts and gods, which is absolutely promising. In addition, they are tall and handsome. They are the dream companions of nuns.

A group of nuns at the scene looked at Shen Lang with a trace of heat.

Shen Lang comes down from the challenge arena. His white robe is a bit shabby, and his mouth is still bloodshot.

”Brother Shen, are you seriously hurt?” Yi blew snow and hurried down from the stand. With concern in his eyes, he handed a handkerchief.

”It's OK. It's just a little hurt. Thank you for your concern.” Shen Lang takes the handkerchief and wipes the corners of his mouth.

After a few words, Shen Lang went to the rest room like house on the side of the martial arts arena and changed his clothes.